Where is the gold?
Why? Why? My hand in fold?
Where is my weapon of war?
And why happiness a far?
Where is my honour so called hero?
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Why? Why me at zero?
Mind, why are you voiceless?
Why? Misfortune mind nameless
I sketch and draw on anger
Now I swim in Ocean of danger
No, not one, why? No friend?
For all fames of its end
I want return fast it could be
Shame stings me like bee What a heightless lost
Regardless on thought the cost
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Christ I know you are invaluable
Dear Lord, must it cost?
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